Sometimes I forget how brave I am,
I forget how much I do for others,
I keep smiling through the exhaustion
And it is exhausting. Pretending.
It is heartbreaking that the moments
Are so fleeting that they become
Unrecognisable. Unimaginable, even.
I keep going, keep pushing forward,
Figure that if I stay busy long enough,
It will not catch up to me, but it does.
It always does eventually. I am brave,
But I am broken, into so many more
Pieces than I even comprehended
When I began to pick them up, putting
Them all back together and realised
That I could not carry them on my own;
That I needed help. What a wonderful
Realisation. I think that is bravery.
Not faking it, after all these years and
Being strong enough to address your
Flaws and being willing to fix them.
That is me. Exhausted, but brave.